Between Hours

Infinite Spark of Creation. Guerrilla Literature conceptualized, written and published by Kerr Martin, 6/24/26.

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Midnight hours – Moonlight petals fall from below the firmament
An ocean above illuminated by dancing stars and angel faces
He named each one and each one has a name
When he made you
He broke the mold
That’s what we say at least
For we know no other like you
And love no other like you.

Midday hours – Sunbeams shimmer through the dome like swords
Skin kissed by the lips of a celestial lover
A window into a Heavenly plane
Use your eyes child and see beyond the lies and laughter
Swim in the highest oceans
Renew and become known
Sleep in the hands of the Eternal Father
Nature made to nurture men.

Death is in the valley
Everlasting life in stormstruck skies
Hark now, hear the trumpets calling
Apocalyptic lullaby
Love comes with the spirit longing
Dying comes when spirits break
Do you keep a poisoned promise?
One that causes hearts to ache.

Hours pass – Fading away into eternity’s afterglow
Sandtimers count slipping seconds mocking certainty
Sanguine sorrow silences the songbird
Moon egg cracking through the serpent’s strike
Floating far above the shattered seas
The Faerryman rows between the bone and brush
Succulent scents of cosmic carrion
Minutes are moments we eat again.

Breathe the universal language
Cough the smoke of astral seas
Agony may reign beyond us
Devouring all that we can be
Feel the rush of sickness swimming
Between the vessels and the veins
Killers killing killing killers
The sweet release of our remains.

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